War's P.O.V.
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"Oh, you must be that girl, Trouble's friend or whatever," Delight said, giving Sabel a disgusted look as she crossed her arms. "Can't believe War's letting trash like you stay here."
I let her fu.cking stay here, don't I?
"Trash?" Sabel asked with a raised brow. "You don't even know me."
"I know you're as w*********h as they come," Delight spat. "I know you were in prison. You're probably some crazy chick, and the guys have enough of that around here. Enough patch-chasing sl.uts."
"Patch-chasing?" Sabel asked, her head co.cked to the side.
"Women who try to trap brothers for their patches," Trouble told her.
Sabel scrunched her face up, looking impossibly adorable. She looked at Trouble, then Delight, then Trouble again. She was eyei
